The roar of the ocean the sound of the sea. Everyone's happy, including me. Boys and girls forming friendships before puberty, a tattooed father with his kids in the surf, crowds between the flags watched by middle aged men with hawk eyes in yellow and red, Amateur swimmers bobbing about trying to avoid the inevitable cold rush. Young women displaying their bums in the shallows, watched by eagle eyed men in yellow and red. I wondered how uncomfortable those strings are, and why the fashion. An attractive woman reclines on the sand, her form perfect, beautiful, more comfortable than a Danish chair, bringing back memories of youth. A mother and daughter chatting, the sea to loud to hear what they say, their faces delightful. Cool cabarners are now put away, wine and jewellery are on display. People enjoying the end of the day, an afternoon at the beach, the great Aussie way. The sun is setting behind the trees. The north easterly is cool, fish and chips for this old fool.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Phones are great I jot down my thoughts and observations in real time, before they disappear! No photographs.
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sounds delicious ..
When younger we enjoyed more together, now it's just the beach. And food!
Same here but with an Ikea chair, that should count for Danish. We did have Danish style chairs at one home in Sydney; not comfy at all. Missing them fish and chips.
I only just realised your Aussie. Your poetry gives me hope for us.
Oh well, we gotta try mate!
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